Last year it hurt
to hear the birds sing;
and to see the first flowers
that marked the coming of Spring;
To taste something new
my mother would have liked,
to see a sunset,
or a full moon at night.
This year it doesn't
hurt quite so bad,
and I feel so grateful
for the year that I had.
Through good times and bad times
the love that we shared
has colored my world
and helped to prepare
for telling our story--
The gift that she gave.
I'll remember my mother
through all of my days.

Copyright © 1998 Brenda Parris Sibley